Homeworld of the Transformers. Drained and ravaged by thousands of vorns of civil war, Cybertron is a mere barren husk of once beautiful and thriving cybernetic world. While recovered enough to allow Transformers to move on its surface once again, it is still plagued by ion storms and any Transformer unfortunate enough to venture there without energon supply of their own is certain to face a stasis lock. - Cybertron forum is currently inactive.

As a subspace tear closed behind the Decepticon battlecruiser Thanatos which had exited a hyperspace tunnel only astroseconds earlier, Shockwave was finally able to witness the results of the war that had turned his once beautiful homeworld into a pale reflection of its past glory. A scarred husk barely able to contain life of any form. Granted, when he had left to perform his experiments, Cybertron had already seen hundreds of vorns worth of devastation. Yet, the sight before his sole optic saddened him, only to make him even more determined of finding a way to repair the damage caused by countless years of war.

It was all too clear that Thanatos had barely enough energon in its tanks left for a return journey to Earth. Keeping it cloaked on the orbit as stationary orbital bounce station was not an option if a need to leave Cybertron would arise. It wouldn't just be energy efficient. They had to bring the ship to surface and power it down to mask its location from scanning sensors of the Autobots.

Through his interlink with the battlecruiser, Shockwave had all the information available to him that the ship's sensors could provide. Yet, like earlier, the ancient Decepticon kept it to himself and instead demanded a status report from his crew. Some secrets were better to be left as such.

Swindle looked out as the homeplanet of his race appeared before him for the first time in many vorns. He couldn't really say he'd missed the place, he had memories of the place but he had just as many memories of fighting and swindling all across the galaxy after the planet was abandoned. Nostalgia wasn't a quality that suited him, but the reborn planet was still an interesting sight, if only as a new venue for whatever his next scheme was.

Shockwaves command snapped him back to attention and he quickly checked all the tactical sensors he had access to on his consoles. A few kliks later he turned to his commander. "No threats on the scopes: No active ships, weapon satellites or other weapons systems in orbit or the rest of the system. Reflection scans suggest nothing hiding behind the planet or any of the moons. And if theres anything on the surface, its either not a usable anti-starship weapon or the remaining storms are much better at hiding things than they seem.

"There are still possible threats such as inert mines, nanowire clouds, virus-programs hidden on the comm satellites or pop-up charges left on the moons, but they're not the sort of thing you can detect with standard sensors. I'll configure the close-range sensors to give us warning if they see any of the tell-tale signs, to give us several kliks warning time. If we proceed carefully, that should be enough."

I'd mention that those are all Decepticon tricks and the Autobots wouldn't even think of booby-trapping a planet of such sentimental value, but I doubt Shockwave would care. Besides, those kinds of boobytraps can't be sophisticated enough to tell friend from foe, or they'd be detectable. Best simply to be as paranoid as possible, so that if we do get hit by something, its not because of me not mentioning it.

Razorclaw powered down the transwarp drive and brought the Thanatos into a standard orbit around Cybertron. Taking a look out of the front of the ship Razorclaw took in the sight of their race’s home world and thought of all the past transgressions between both factions. He could barely recognize the battle worn world for what it once looked like. Holding back a sigh the Predacon Commander punched in a few commands on the console in front of him. He brought up the status of the ships fuel reserves.

“I have brought us into orbit. I have also run a status check of our fuel reserves. According to the results we have barely enough reserves for a sustained orbit."

"Proceed Swindle." Shockwave acknowledged the munitions expert's report. There was nothing in the report he had not considered already but it was better to let lesser the Decepticons believe he needed them for these simple tasks.

With Swindle being kept busy, it was time to deal with Razorclaw's report and the prepare for what had to be done. "Predacons, abandon your stations. Blackwind, take the helm and manoeuver us above the Polyhex sector."

With the first commands given, Shockwave summoned a holographic map of Cybertron in front of himself, zooming the image first into an overview of the Polyhex sector. But he did not stop there, instead he zoomed the image even deeper into the sector, into the area that had formed the citystate of Vos before Megatron had united both Vos and Tarn into one sector he had named Polyhex. Pinpointing a specific section of Vos within the hologram, Shockwave addressed the Predacons again.

"Razorclaw, in order to hide Thanatos you will have to take your team down to the surface. There are several pre-war starship silos hidden beneath the old city. With this one being the most convenient." Shockwave explained and brought up a projection of one of the larger silo's near the enormous building known to most simply as Shockwave's Tower. "You will have to open the silo manually for the hatch opening mechanism is very likely drained empty of energon. Clear the silo of any possible infestations and then power up the landing beacon within the silo. Tantrum's fuel tanks are more than enough to carry the required energon for this task."

"After the beacon has been activated, Blackwind, Swindle and I will land the Thanatos." The ancient Decepticon stated bluntly. He was certain that Razorclaw would know what to do even if all of his numb skulled minions were not going to understand what was required of them. "Now go, this has to be done with urgency. There is 87% probability of the Autobots have intercepted Thunderwing's transmission and are preparing their own scout party to Cybertron if they are not already on their way."

Razorclaw listened intently to what Shockwave had to say. He looked at the projection that was brought up for view. He nodded at the military operations commander as he rose from his seat. He moved closer to the projection and took note of the silo’s location.

“Of course, sir."

Razorclaw moved to the door of the bridge; he then opened up a link with the rest of the Predacons.

>>"Predacons, you are all to meet me in the orbital bounce platform. We have work to do on the Cybertron’s surface."<<

Blackwind nodded and made her way over the helm. She sat down in the chair and waited patiently for the Predacons to perform their duty.

Divebomb watched with amazement as Cybertron appeared before his optics. It had been so long since he had last seen his homeworld. Back then it had been alive and thriving with metallic life across its surface. He remembered how he used to soar high overhead as he searched for the next Autobot target to destroy as it scurried about below. Those were the good old days before everything went to slag and they were forced to abandon their planet.

Divebomb's attention was abruptly drawn away from the image of Cybertron as Shockwave gave his orders to Razorclaw, who then commanded the rest of the Predacons to the orbital bounce platform. Divebomb immediately stood from his station and made his way off the bridge and through the corridors of the ship. As he went, the flying Predacon opened his comm to Razorclaw:

>>I'll grab some of the extra ammunition and weapons I took from the earth base and bring them with us. We may need them down on the surface if we encounter anything unusual.<<

Once Divebomb had retrieved the necessary weapons and ammo from the ship's Armory, he made his way to the orbital bounce pad where he waited for everyone to arrive.

Tantrum was carefully stacking the extra fuel containers he’d carried aboard the ship when the call came in. He knew he wasn’t really needed on the bridge. Not too many mechs trusted him with the delicate instruments on the bridge. If something went wrong, even a minor malfunction, he hand a tendency to slam his fist through a console.

That was probably one of the reasons why he was a fueler now. If you put your fist through a fuel tank at the very best you’d end up with precious fuel spilled all over you. At the worst you’d have a fuel tank exploding in your face. He’d learn to treat the fuel with respect after the first time that had happened. He just had to control his temper, and the sparks from his horns, when around the volatile stuff.

He snorted as he received the message. The must have arrived on Cybertron. The Predacon had never cared much for their homeworld one way or the other. As long as there was some fighting to be done there then he was ok with it. >>”On my way."<< he replied to Razorclaw before making his way out of the room and off to the bounce platform.

Once the CR chamber was secure and the other equipment was stored away for the long journey, Blackwind locked her gaze on the scientist. She had become so comfortable in his presence that she all but forgotten that he was not on the Thanatos when her crew arrived on Cybertron. Her neutral expression melted to reveal a delicate smile.

“I had forgotten that you never left our home world, and therefore have never seen the Thanatos. No matter. I know the perfect place to have our conference."

As she made her way in front of him she stopped and nodded at his mentioning of Shockwave.

“Well, if Shockwave was in need of you or I, or both of us, he would have summoned us by now. After all it would have been only logical."

Blackwind flashed him and smile and breezed past him toward the door. She paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder.

“Coming, Thunderwing? After all it’s not every day I invite a mech to my quarters for a little one on one conversation."

With her invitation given the slender femme began to stroll out of the cargo hold and into the corridor.

Thunderwing tilted his head at Blackwind’s words. “I suppose you are correct, he would have summoned us. I would assume with most commanders they would want us there on ceremony or for appearances. Such things may become the norm under his leadership. While I certainly respect his intelligence and believe him to be more capable then Starscream, there may be a certain loss of dignity and decorum under his command. Morale and some sense of honor must be maintained, lest we all become simply unthinking machines."

He stepped back from the CR chamber, giving it one last once over to make sure it was secure. He then looked over at Blackwind, a slight smile crossing his face. He was quite glad he had been able to assist her with a carapace. To say that she was an intriguing female was to put it mildly. There were few Decepticons around that he could say he found interesting and while she wasn’t as technically proficient as he was she did have a keen mind in the political realm. So far he had found their discussions to be highly educational and interesting. Having her at his side through upcoming events would likely prove to be indispensable.

The Decepticon offered her a slight bow at the waist. “I am honored then, and pleased to be among one of those privileged few." He fell in to step behind her, glancing around to help get a feel for the ship. “I will need to download the plans for this vessel, and likely for whatever other vessels we are using now. I hope you don’t mind educating me in current Decepticon technology and methods." He smiled at her again, “but I can assure you that I am a fast learner."

Inside the repair facility, Shockwave begun accessing data from the previous strength and other tests that had been performed while Darkwing and Dreadwind were under the direct influence of Ore-13 and the composite energies that had been derived from it. Shockwave saw considerable potential in the ore’s application, but he had to be certain that the benefits of infusion outweighed any consequences.

A short time later, the two Decepticons arrived. Shockwave acknowledged their arrival by pointing toward two of the repair tables. The equipment on board the Thanatos would tell him much of what he needed to know, but there was also something to be gained from direct questioning.

“Interrogative—have either of you noticed any detrimental effects to your functioning over the course of the last 7.4 orns?"

The fact that they could cognitively recognize his request and ambulate to this location was already a positive sign that neither of them were on the verge of systems shutdown, but the Military Operations Commander wanted any and all negative consequences of Ore-13 documented and reviewed.

At seeing Thunderwing’s bow Blackwind perked up and flashed him a provocative smirk before nodding her approval.

“You’re gracious as well. I hope that’s just for me, I would really hate to become jealous."

Her smirk widened to a broad smile before she turned and left the cargo hold, the scientist following close behind. As the two Decepticons traveles through the winding corridors of the enormous battle cruiser, Blackwind spoke.

“This…" she raised her hands and gestured all around them. "….this is the Thanatos. Its power rivals that of the Nemesis. However, this battle cruiser is capable of destroying an entire planet. It’s a magnificent achievement."

The femme held her head even higher just at the thought of the Deceptions’ possessing such an incredible asset. However, as she went on her shoulders seemed to slump slightly.

“This is…was one of Megatron’s greatest achievements."

Blackwind fell silent for the remainder of their trek.

Blackwind’s Private Quarters

Upon arrival at the door to her personal quarters, Blackwind entered her security code and waited as the locking mechanism released and the door slid open. As she entered the darkened space she reached to the right of the door and depressed the button that activated the overhead lights.

Blackwind moved from the doorway and slowly made her way across the room to a small cabinet that was situated behind the desk. Hoping that her guest would not linger in the doorway she proceeded to remove a glass bottle and two glasses. When she turned around she was pleased to see he had indeed entered and the door was now closed and locked behind him.

She gave Thunderwing a welcoming smile as she poured the purple liquid into both glasses. After resealing the bottle Blackwind scooped up the glasses and made her way around the desk. She stopped just in front of the taller mech and handed him one of the glasses.

“Synthetic energon. It’s not as good as the real thing, but it is far superior to what you will be subject to once we arrive on Earth."

That said Blackwind smiled and took a small sip of the energon. Her optics were fixed on his as she slowly lowered glass from her lips. She lingered there for a moment in silence before she finally moved past Thunderwing and made her way to the small sitting area to the right of her desk. Blackwind took a seat in one of the oversized chairs and gracefully crossed her legs. She eyed the scientist before she smiled and spoke.

Darkwing and Dreadwind entered the room only to cringe a bit when Shockwave pointed at the two repair tables. Neither of them particularly enjoyed being test subjects and lying on repair tables only lent credence to Dreadwind’s earlier fear about being disassembled. Still they silently obeyed and hopped up on the tables.

The two fliers glanced at each other at Shockwave’s question. Darkwing was the first to reply. “Uhhh, no sir, I haven’t encountered any problems since the test concluded. I kind of enjoyed the power high but then the crash at the end wasn’t very pleasant."

“I’ve suffered from extreme loneliness, crippling depression and general feelings of dread over nearly every action I take," Dreadwind added. “Nothing out of the ordinary though sir."

*

Thanatos – Cargo Hold

Thunderwing studied the vessel as they left the cargo bay. He would definitely have to make a full tour of the vessel later. While he wasn’t an engineer or physicist he was sure the technology that went into the design of the vessel would prove fascinating and likely important to future endeavors. The Empire it seemed had come a long way since leaving Cybertron, yet still the war went on. He could only assume the Autobots had comparable technology to keep things at a stalemate.

He glanced over at Blackwind as he heard the sadness creep into her voice. It was obvious that Megatron had meant a lot to her, likely both on a professional and personal level. There were more then a few Decepticons who had idolized the slagmaker, and at one point he could be counted among them. He still respected the leader greatly, but he had come too far to idolize him. Still, it was a good reminder of how other Decepticons would be taking the news.

Blackwind’s Private Quarters

Thunderwing stepped into her quarters shortly after she did. He briefly glanced around the room, one that appeared typical for an officer on such a vessel, small but likely more spacious then most of the other rooms on the ship. He turned to her and took the proffered glass gratefully. “I am sure it is better then the meager fuels I have been subsisting on for all of this time. I thank you for it." He took a sip of it, and while it was not as good as real energon it did have more of a pleasant flavor then what he was used to.

The scientist followed the femme as she moved to a chair. He took up one opposite her and sat down, taking another sip as she spoke to him. He considered it as the fuel went through his systems. “Indeed we do. While I do believe having someone as skilled, powerful and charming as you at my side will help to sway some Decepticons to my side I am uncertain as to how most will feel about me. I have been gone for so long, will any Decepticons even care about what I think or respect my opinions, aside from the raw power I can bring? While I understand we often rule by the strongest I do not wish to simply intimidate others into following me. That just sets one up to be taken out by someone in the future. I would like to convince others to follow me by my other attributes. Do you think any would listen to me when mechs like Shockwave and Starscream are already vying for leadership?"

Shockwave entered commands in to one of the repair terminals. Electrodes snaked their way out of the tables and connected themselves to various ports on the two Decepticons’ bodies. All of the objective information about their current functioning levels was quickly transferred to a series of screens in front of the Decepticon strategist as he listened to their respective responses.

Darkwing’s response garnered a simple nod. Dreadwind’s, conversely, earned the Decepticon a few moments of silent, visual appraisal before Shockwave returned his attention to the screens in front of him. The power down after the initial infusion of the experimental energy was an outcome that he had predicted at the onset. Finding a way to refine the ore so that its decrease in benefits would be more gradual was the next step in the process. That process would take considerable time and effort, neither of which Shockwave had in abundance at the present time. It was fortunate, however, that neither had reported any significant side effects to the infusion. The opened the doors for the energy to receive more widespread application.

Had there been complications, Shockwave's examination would have been more invasive, by necessity. As matters currently stood, it was not a necessity.

“Declarative: your functioning status is satisfactory. You are dismissed."

Shockwave disengaged the electrodes and continued to examine the data regarding Ore-13 and the two Decepticons’ internal workings. The information he had collected thus far was considerably valuable. The next logical step would be to see what effect it had on his own systems.

Blackwind regarded Thunderwing as he took a seat directly across from her. Her optics were fixed on him while he spoke, he was truly concerned at how the troops would see him when he became leader. She thought for a moment and took another sip of her drink. Carefully she placed the glass on a side table; she then rested her elbows on the arm rests and entwined her fingers and replied to his queries.

“I understand your concern, and in fact I find it quite admirable, but the troops within this faction are easily swayed."

Blackwind leaned forward slightly and gave him an enticing smile as she went on.

“Convincing them that you are the only worthy candidate to lead will require a show of your brute strength and your tactical aptitude. Both, I am certain, you possess in spades."

The femme leaned back in her chair and laid her hands in her lap. She studied the scientist for some time before she addressed him again, this time she wanted to ease his concerns regarding the likes of Shockwave and Starscream.

“Oh mon amour, I don’t think you have anything to worry about in regards to either of them. Both Shockwave and Starscream have not changed in their visions of how the empire should be led."

She emphasized her words with elegant movements of her hands.

“As you know our dear Military Operations Commander is aloof and disconnected from the warriors and logically impaired. He will have to work hard to gain the backing of any swaying officers. Starscream…"

Her face contorted in to a hateful scowl when she spoke the Seeker Commander’s name. What she wouldn’t give to have him offlined. Blackwind finally composed herself as she went on.

“Starscream is still a vain degenerate. He still vies to be the heir to Megatron’s throne. However, followers will be few to come by, unless he’s been able to convince those that his intentions are nothing but pure and for the good of the empire. Those soldiers who possess, let us say, lower functioning processors will not be able to see past his façade."

Blackwind took hold of her glass and brought it to her lips. Slowly she sipped the liquid and let it run down her throat. The femme pulled the glass from her lips and lowered it to rest in her hands just above her lap.

“That brings us to you, my dear Thunderwing. Not only do you possess considerable power, but you also can give the troops something else to grasp. When the war raged and eventually razed our home you refused to just abandon it. You remained and worked to better yourself through the very science that was rejected and designated disgraceful, and now you have the ability to enhance the army in order to win this war. I have no doubt that you are intellectually capable of leading this army, I also believe with me by your side you will rival Megatron himself."

As Razorclaw patiently waited for Divebomb to finish the necessary scans of the designated route back to Earth, he received a message from the Obliteration, informing him that a secured communication from Onslaught was forthcoming. The Predacon Commander was not surprised that his Combaticon counterpart wanted to speak to him in private. There was much to discuss considering the state of affairs. Leadership of the Decepticons would be the likely topic and it was one that the two unit leaders needed to sort out before they threw their support behind any mech. Neither Starscream nor Shockwave were suitable choices in Razorclaw's mind and he was sure Onslaught felt the same way.

The Predacon leader sent a response back to the Obliteration before standing from the captain's chair and looking towards his pilot. "Divebomb, finish your scans as soon as possible and then take us to warp. I'll be in my quarters if anyone should need me." The obedient flier nodded as Razorclaw moved across the bridge and entered the adjacent room, the door closing shut and locking behind him.

>>"Razorclaw, I thought it would be wise for us to reassess our strategy before arriving to Earth. We have learned from our actions in Polyhex that the scientists will likely band together, however, they will be no more effective at leading the Decepticon empire than Starscream and his Seeker cronies. I find myself unwilling to accept that Scrapper or Motormaster would blindly follow Starscream any more so than either of us are willing to blindly follow Shockwave. They, I think, will be the key to our changing the nature of Decepticon command and carry on Megatron's actual vision. We have to find out if either of them share our misgivings about how the leadership scenario is shaping up."<<

The Predacon Commander walked across the room and took a seat behind his desk, quickly activating his private, secured computer terminal. Once the encryption codes were entered, it was safe to commence his conversation with Onslaught, who had undoubtedly found his own private area in which to speak freely. Within astroseconds a stable connection was made and the Combaticon leader’s voice came across loud and clear over the comm line. Razorclaw listened intently, knowing full well that a reassessment of their situation was warranted, especially after things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan back in the Nerve Center. They had to be better prepared in the future for any eventuality before throwing their support behind any mech for leadership of the Decepticon Empire.

”Agreed, Commander Onslaught," Razorclaw responded as he leaned forward in his chair. "Reassessment is necessary in order to determine the best course of action once we arrive back on Earth. I also agree with your position that the scientists will likely support one another. However, I feel that Lord Thunderwing’s motives for preventing us from taking Shockwave into custody came more from the feeling of being left out of the loop by us and not that he necessarily supports the Military Operations Commander. His actions seemed to have come from a more personal level then from scientific loyalty. This is not to say he won’t ultimately back Shockwave when the time comes, but it is something to consider as we move forward."

Razorclaw shifted slightly in his seat before continuing. "Furthermore, remember that Blackwind has become Thunderwing’s closest confidant since their first meeting, and her dislike for Shockwave could have a great influence on the carapace-enhanced scientist. Blackwind is one factor to bare in mind here as she has no love for either Shockwave or Starscream, her loyalties having always been with Megatron and his vision for the Empire. Now that the slagmaker is gone, she will have to do what we must do and decide to whom her loyalty will now rest with. If we can win her support, then Lord Thunderwing will likely follow."

The Predacon leader's thoughts then focused on the commanders of both the Stunticons and the Constructicons, two teams that could play a pivotal role in the cycles ahead. "As for Motormaster and Scrapper, I agree that they will likely not blindly do whatever Starscream wants, at least not indefinitely. If we can convince them to join with us, we'll then have the combined might of four elite Decepticon units. Add to that the enhanced power of both Thunderwing and Blackwind, and we'll be in an excellent position to help dictate who the next leader of the Decepticons will be."

>>"Hmm, your assessment of Thunderwing's motives is...intriguing. If what you say is true, he may see this as his opportunity to take command for himself. If all the various members of Megatron's high command structure feel similarly, things could get...destructive. I wonder who among them--if any of them--would be best to continue Megatron's vision.

"If Blackwind is as close to Thunderwing as you suggest, she will likely do whatever he says, just as she did with Megatron before him.

"We still find ourselves faced with the same opportunity as we did on Cybertron--ensuring that the correct Decepticon leadership is in place. If this descends into utter chaos, I'm not going to sacrifice my unit to the whims of some would-be usurper's ego. I was reluctant to even think it before, but if matters continue to take shape as they have, is it also reasonable to ask if those of us who lead these tactical units on a cycle-to-cycle basis are better suited to shaping the future of the empire? We are already kingmakers. No one will lead the Decepticons if they do not have our support. Perhaps we should not so readily dismiss the throne itself."<<

Razorclaw listened as his Combaticon counterpart spoke of the possibility that Thunderwing could make a bid for leadership, himself, and not simply back another. That and the idea of Blackwind blindly following him as she did with Megatron was something the Predacon Commander had not considered. It made sense given the situation. However, it would take more than a fancy carapace to sway most Decepticons, especially given the scientist’s long absence and voluntary isolation on Cybertron.

“If Lord Thunderwing decides to seek leadership of the Decepticons with Blackwind’s backing, then that places us in a precarious position. Do we back him, as well, or do we oppose? Both of them have untold and untested power now due to the carapace process they have undergone, but we do not yet know their limitations. They are very strong and imposing, no doubt, but if all four squads were united together then even Thunderwing and Blackwind would likely have to concede to our will. His long absence does not help his position as many will feel that he'll do what is best for himself and not the rest of the Empire."

Razorclaw allowed the remainder of what Onslaught had to say sink in to his core processor. The Empire falling into chaos was a distinct possibility given all the factors involved. Ego was not what the Decepticons needed right now. They needed a strong, capable warrior with the intelligence and ability to keep the Empire from falling apart at the seams and the willpower to see the war through to its ultimate conclusion - the defeat of the Autobots. Of course, who best fit that description was another matter entirely. Should it be someone else of their backing or should one of the unit leaders step up and take charge? Both were viable options, but Razorclaw had something a bit different in mind.

“It is more than reasonable to ask that question, Commander Onslaught. Elite tactical units such as yours and mine have been responsible for many of the great strides the Empire has made over the countless vorns this war has raged. If is weren’t for our squads and other groups like us, the Decepticons would’ve lost to the Autobots long ago, even with Megatron still functioning. Now, more than ever, it is important for the specialty units to remain in the forefront to determine who will lead us all into the future. As you said, our support will be necessary for any mech to assume leadership. Therefore, we are the ones that hold the real power from here on out no matter who is on the throne. If we choose the right candidate to take control then perhaps it will be our influence that shapes the Empire even more so than the new leader, himself. In a way, the throne could be ours without any one of us having to actually sit on it. That may be a better solution than trying to decide which unit commander should ascend above the rest."

The idea of a puppet leader was not a new concept to Razorclaw, but it was a potentially viable one given the current state of things. One ‘Con to serve as a figurehead while the real decision making happened behind the scenes by those best suited for the task. Of course, that would require all four commanders - Motormaster, Scrapper, Onslaught and Razorclaw, himself, to be in agreement. That could be difficult to achieve given that each team leader would likely want what was best for their own group. Hopefully, they would be able to find common ground in order to do what was best for the overall Empire.

Thunderwing watched as Blackwind spoke, studying both her words and her motions as she answered his queries. She communicated with both words and body language. It was fascinating to watch, more so because of his isolation perhaps. It was refreshing to be around someone quite so expressive. It also helped add emphasis to her what she was saying.

When she was done the Decepticon sat back and mulled it all over. She had presented a intriguing angle for him to exploit. While he had already considered the outsider angle for himself, someone who might have new views and ideas compared to that of Starscream and Shockwave, the loyalty to Cybertron was a new one. It was one that would likely appeal to a certain type of Decepticon, the true believers in the empire.

Unfortunately he was uncertain as to how many of those would be left at this point. The Decepticon cause had likely evolved and changed a considerable amount since leaving Cybertron. Even back then there had been more then a few Decepticons in it only interested in the more thuggish and criminal aspects of the movement. Of course, those tended to be the less intellectual members of the group, easily swayed by feats of strength or acts of violence.

Finally he nodded at her after listening to her and considering it all. He took another sip from his glass before placing it down on a nearby table. “You do present an interesting case. The outsider angle is one I had considered and will help sway those already dissatisfied with the way things are. You raise a very interesting point presenting me as a sort of believer or protector of Cybertron. That may well appeal to another segment of Decepticons."

Thunderwing stood up and began walking around the room, briefly examining the various surroundings. “The more brutal and thuggish elements of the Decepticons will be satisfied by my combat prowess. I will have to assume the Autobots will provide me and opportunity to display those talents. Leading some sort of mission would be ideal and place the focus on me." He looked back over at Blackwind. “While this may appear to be a risk, I can assure that I will not fail in such a situation."

“The more technical minded can be easily swayed. I still consider myself very much a part of that group. I would hope that once they see how far I have come, and the potential I have to share that technology, they will embrace me." He stopped once he stood directly behind her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Of course all of this will be dependent on you my dear. You will be my optics and audio receptors among the ranks, particularly the seekers. While I am sure many are as dissatisfied with Starscream as you are I imagine there is some deep rooted loyalty among the fliers. You can tell me how well I sway them one way or the other." He leaned down, placing his head next to hers. “I can count on you, can’t I?" he said to her softly.

*

Repair Bay

Darkwing eagerly nodded in reply to Shockwave and hopped down from the table. He quickly grabbed a hold of a surprised Dreadwind and dragged him out the door. Before leaving Dreadwind could be heard to mutter, “He probably wants to see how long it takes for the stuff to deactivate us permanently…" before the doors slid shut.

This trek between Earth and Cybertron was rarely the most interesting voyage. Not that Rampage had taken it all that often, but as his mind already tended to wander when it wasn’t presented with the rush of battle, the Predacon had pulled up a gladiator vid on one of the small screens at his console, uploading it from an infodisc that he had brought along with him.

Rampage figured that since Razorclaw was off tending to command level stuff, he wouldn’t mind his team engaging in a little mental distraction, particularly since they weren’t exactly being bombarded by Autobot cruisers or anything like that.

“Gah…that had to hurt…"

___

The Thanatos—Corridors

Satisfied with the results he had seen from Dreadwind and Darkwing, Shockwave had left the ship’s repair bay and was now en route to the mechaforming device that had been locked away in one of the ship’s storage areas. Razorclaw had wisely provided the Military Operations Commander with the means of accessing the device before they had left the tower in Polyhex. The cycloptic Decepticon had no interest in engaging in a detour.

Megatron undoubtedly had grand intentions for sending Shockwave back to Cybertron to retrieve that particular technology from the heart of Kolkular. With Megatron—at least temporarily—no longer around to direct its use, that responsibility would logically fall to Shockwave. He intended to see to it that it was used effectively.

“Imperative—accompany me," Shockwave said as he passed by Weirdwolf in one of the vessel’s corridors.

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Transmission from Onslaught

>>“I know little of Thunderwing himself, save for the storied history of Valckasta. Even then, the warlord’s forebears were not exactly generous with what information they chose to reveal. What I have seen leads to me to think that he would be as viable a successor as any of the others, save Starscream. I will be amazed if the Seeker rat has had no part to play in all of this.

“In truth, Razorclaw, the valor and competence you displayed in Shockwave’s tower has earned my loyalty. I would support your vision for leading the Decepticons, if you chose to seek it. The downside, naturally, is that whoever takes Megatron’s throne next will become an immediate target for assassination…so…your alternative is not without merit. If we proceed down that path, we should council with Scrapper and Motormaster immediately upon our arrival to the Sol system and see if any agreement can be reached on which Decepticon should receive the considerable advantage that our support would grant."<<

Ever since Weirdwolf had returned and informed Skullcruncher of the briefing Shockwave had held about change of plans following Megatron's presumed death, neither of the two warriors had had much to say. Disbelief and refusal to accept the facts they had access to had been the predominant subjects of the whatever discussion the duo had managed to go through while they had moved Shockwave's experiments and equipment into the massive battlecruiser. Skullcruncher in particular had began to show signs of anger and frustration, which had began to manifest as his unnerving habit of grinding his teeth together. Which was something that had eventually forced Weirdwolf to leave the Dinobot sized brute to guard the entrance of the cargo hold where Shockwave's valuables were stashed alone.

And that was when the tracker almost run into Shockwave.

"Follow I will commander. But the reasons behind it I crave." The tracker replied to the larger purple Decepticon as he turned on his heels and set after Shockwave.

Razorclaw leaned back in his chair as he listened to Onslaught speak through the secured comm line. Like the Combaticon Commander, ‘Claw knew little regarding Thunderwing with a few notable exceptions that now lie buried within the historical data tracks, many of which may not tell the whole story of who the scientist really is. That coupled with his extended absence only served to make him a greater mystery to most Decepticons and Autobots alike. Still, Thunderwing was only one of many potential candidates, but he was not one that could easily be controlled by others behind the scenes. No, another choice would have to be decided upon if the elite teams had any hope of influencing the future of the Empire.

The Predacon Commander smiled underneath his faceplate when Onslaught stated that he would support and give his loyalty to Razorclaw if the mechanical lion sought the throne for himself. ‘Claw had to admit that the thought of taking Megatron’s place had indeed crossed his processor, but like his counterpart then stated, whomever took the leadership position would almost immediately be targeted for assassination by those who did not agree with the choice. For that reason alone, it would be imperative for that individual to have all the right support if they were to survive for more than a deca-cycle. It also made the puppet alternative much more appealing. After all, if their chosen successor was terminated then the team commanders would simply pick another and still remain in a position of considerable influence without putting their own sparks at risk. It was an unorthodox idea, but a valid one to contemplate.

”Starscream most certainly has a part to play in all this, Commander Onslaught. That you can be certain of. I am also honored that you think so highly of my abilities that you would place your trust with me if I were to seek the throne, myself. However, I have never been one that found politics appealing as I would much rather be on the battlefield with my Predacons than directing the action from afar while stuck in a war room. Of course, we have also never been faced with the loss of Megatron before and thus all options should be considered."

Razorclaw leaned forward in his chair once again and folded his arms on the desk in front of him, letting out a quiet sigh. The Predacon leader had to concede the idea of seeking the throne if it became absolutely necessary to ensure the survival of the Empire. Civil war could not be allowed to break out, no matter the cost or change to his own position within the political infrastructure. If he must suffer through politics in order to save Megatron’s vision then so be it. Hopefully, it would not come down to that.

“If we are unable to find a suitable successor that we could have a substantial influence over, then perhaps I will have no choice but to step up and assume control to ensure that the specialty units had the majority voice in the Empire. I’d rather not have to take such a drastic step, but I will if I must. Of course, for that to happen I would also need the full support of Motormaster and Scrapper, otherwise Decepticons such as Starscream, Thunderwing and Shockwave would never accept my ascension and my reign would likely end before it even began. However, regardless of who ultimately assumes the throne, I agree that we must first seek council with the other commanders in order to see where they stand. Are they more agreeable to a puppet leader that we completely control ourselves, or would they rather have a unit commander such as myself being in charge?"

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It was a moment before Thunderwing finally nodded. Blackwind smiled briefly before the scientist responded audibly to what she had conveyed. As he spoke, Blackwind placed her glass down on the side table and sensuously crossed her right leg over her left, her optics fixed on him the entire time he addressed her.

Blackwind nodded while he voiced his thoughts out loud. The femme Seeker casually laid her left arm on the side of the chair while her right hand draped over her knee. She was pleased that he was in agreement with her assessments. He also seemed to be quite eager to take advantage of the opportunity present. With her help the throne of the Decepticon Empire would prove to be procurable, and if they happen to be faced with opposition…well, then, it would most assuredly be eliminated.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Thunderwing stood from his chair and began to wander around, idly exploring her meager wares and other contents. She gazed over his form a moment before her attention was drawn back to their discussion.

At the mention of his possibly leading a mission at some point to bolster his position amongst the ranks, Blackwind opened her mouth to protest, but Thunderwing quickly reassured her that he would never fail in such an act. She relaxed visibly as he continued to speak, her optics following his every movement that is until he moved out of her view.

While he stood behind her chair he placed his hands on her shoulders eliciting a delicate smile and a content sigh. With her optics focused on the empty chair in front of her she took in everything he was saying. Understanding the feelings and conceptions of the masses would be essential in Thunderwing’s bid, and since she is already established amongst them, it would be her responsibility.

Another smile creased her lips when he leaned down to her level and spoke to her softly. She gave her response just as softly as he had asked.